He didn't. His body spasmed. The breakfast nook on its little raised platform with its bay window looking out over the woods still held a smaller four-seater table. I laughed, sort of shakily.
I don't know why, but I didn't. I'd seen that particular trick a thousand times, but this time I screamed. Damian just lay in my lap, like the fear had already killed him. Trying, only trying? I thought it was funny.
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